Praise hometown poetry reading manuscript 0 1 love in hometown
Home, home, the love of celestite.
Sleeping Ocean Star Necklace
Salvage a lifetime engagement ring
Hometown, hometown, love for the golden sun
365 days of love glory.
It is still warm to go home every night.
Hometown, hometown, full of stars.
Turn on the lights opposite the bank one by one.
I don't know which one goes up and which one goes down.
Hometown, hometown, a wind of love.
Shake and roar at the end of the year and the beginning of the year.
You can't put out the candles on the trunk.
Love you, love you, I have a night.
Kiss your long green hair.
Rose petals falling in autumn leaves
Love you, love you for a while.
Breast-feed for half a month
Scatter the crystal dew of night grass everywhere.
Love you, love you, for you.
Cover your Populus euphratica printed quilt.
Listen to the sound of pumping water from the same root
Home, home, the love of celestite.
Sleeping Ocean Star Necklace
Salvage a lifetime engagement ring?
Praise the taste of hometown.
In the thatched cottage of my hometown, the fragrance of licorice came to my nose.
Early in the morning, red rooster stood on a branch and blew his horn.
The red sun rising from the east of Ran Ran drove away the unjust dark devil.
The village chief sings the ballads of Populus euphratica's hometown in the forest.
Jiaozi, a mutton with hometown flavor, is cooked on the stove.
Awaken the immortal souls of General Black and his soldiers.
The seal of weak water and quicksand condenses into white Hada cloth,
It reflects the beauty and ugliness of black and white and the tragic history.
The air is full of many blessings, and the curse of gray sand is coming.
Walking posture, who is difficult to dance, swaying.
Green life germinates in weeds and explores spring.
There is a long, long life torture between humps.
Ah! There are still immature children in my hometown.
The boundless dawn is getting brighter and brighter in the dark.
Praise hometown poems and recite manuscripts 03 hometown plum tofu pudding
Memory, autumn rain.
I found it in my diary.
I also found plum bean curd in my hometown.
Plum tofu, like it.
Open in the autumn rain on the roadside.
The butterfly in autumn is a butterfly.
Lazy, it doesn't like it.
The faint fragrance of plum bean curd
Thoughtful, gentle, the fragrance of spring.
The original bee, intoxicated in the stamen.
The bloated phoenix tree extended an olive branch.
Persistence is not the nature of plum tofu.
Cherishing fate is the original intention of the fence.
The lush leaves swallowed up the whole autumn.
Qiu Chan is secretly counting petals.
Red is persistence, yellow is dream.
Grandma said that on the night of Qixi.
Squat under the plum tofu pudding rack
Cover your eyes.
Yes, Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
Queqiao dialogue
I don't know if it's true or not.
Plum tofu is not my first love.
Charm stopped me.
I can't let it go.
It's that purple string.
My heart is full of tears.
Plum tofu is a new variety.
Grandma called it plum bean.
Plum beans are my favorite.
The food I ate on my way to school.
You will see that the smoke in my kitchen was taken away by sparrows.
There are my favorite dishes in the kitchen smoke.
Grandma loves to nag and won't let her eat.
Full plum beans
Leave it as a seed.
Next year mei tofu pudding